Abagail came and got her much too quickly; Karli was amazed at how fast her fifteen minutes had gone.
As they walked back toward the waiting room, the nurse patted her hand and said, “Don’t worry, dear, he’s in very good hands, and as soon as they get him settled in upstairs you can see him again, all right? Give me your cell phone number. I can text you when they move him.”
“Thanks for taking care of him,” Karli managed, another tear rolling down as she walked back out toward the waiting room.
When she got there the crowd had begun to dissipate; the surgeon advising that Jordan would be okay was enough reassurance for most. She found Dan, Tim, Sarah, and a handful of others awaiting her return.
“We were thinking you could probably use some food,” Tim suggested. “They probably won’t ha
